And about Ab ever sang the arrows from the rocky shelf.
There was wild clamor, the clash of weapons and the shouting of
battle-crazed men but there was not enough to drown the sound of a scream
which rose piercingly above the din. Ab recognized the voice of Lightfoot
and raised his eyes to see the woman, regardless of her own safety,
standing upright and pointing up the valley. He knew that something
meaning life and death was happening and that he must go. He leaped
backward and a huge Western cave man sprang to his place, to serve as
best he could.
Not a moment too soon had that shrill cry reached the ears of the
fighting man. He ran backward, shouting to a score of his people to
follow him as he ran, and in an instant recognized that he had been
outwitted, at least for the moment, by the vengeful Boarface. As he
rushed to the east toward the wall of flame he saw a dark form pass
through its crest in a flying leap. There were others he knew would
follow. His own feat of long ago was being repeated by Boarface and his
chosen group of best men!
It was not Boarface who leaped and it was hard for a gallant youth of the
Eastern cave men that he had strength and daring and had dashed ahead in
the assault, for he had scarcely touched the ground when there sank
deeply into his head a stone ax, impelled by the strongest arm of all
that region, and he was no more among things alive.
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